Even at 2AM I Will

• My bestfriend, Ili Kamila, wife of Mustaqim, will be flying back to France today to join her husband there. So, since we haven't spent time with each other AT ALL for her break here (unbelievably true for bestfriends), the four of us, Kamila, Dahlia, Fateen, and myself spent her last night in Malaysia at KFC, our childhood hanging out spot (Yes, we are loyal senior citizens o KFC customers who have contributed to KFC's profits since 1997). This time we went to KFC Extreme Park (one of the newest KFCs in Shah Alam).

• The funny part was we decided to meet up at 12am! And surprisingly, all our mothers were ok about it. Even I was surprised with my mum when she let me meet the girls at that time. She even offered me to drive her car because my brother was using my Maddox at that time. We gained mums' trust throughout the years because we've been good girls. True??

• Tired from work, I decided to sleep while waiting 12am. I overshot until 2am! Luckily, the girls were still there. Alhamdulillah...if not, I would miss seeing Kamila for the last time before she comes back next YEAR!

• The thing with bestfriends is we would feel at our most comfortable state regardless of how long we haven't been talking to each other. It is amazing that we can laugh hard, the same way we have been back in childhood and teenage years. The bestfriend effect would always leave us cracking jokes of which we find that we can only crack between the four of us, not ever with other people..at least not me. Tearful and tummy-hurting laughter are inevitable.

• Despite some conflicts amongst some of us, we managed to put them aside and be PERFECT for each other.

Family

Family gatherings are very exciting. They have never failed to cheer me up. This time around it came with a twist. We celebrated the birthdays of August babies, and guess who was the sponsor for the cake! Oui, c'est moi!. Oh boy does it feel so good to know that I earned that money and I have finally gotten the chance to treat everyone, one shot! Alhamdulillah.

It was a warm and welcoming night, as family members arrived and ate heartily. Conversations flowed, laughter filled the room, and pictures were snapped. The family obsession (baby Damia) was running around enjoying being the centre of attention. I found myself sitting still from time to time and just savouring these moments. What a great family I have. My little heart smiled. =)

(Credits for cousin Duan for the wide lens shots! We manage to fit into one picture!)

Sayang

"Sayang" is my favourite malay word. It transpires the warmth of love, because the word itself is very gentle yet deep. When someone calls me sayang, I feel loved, I feel special, and now I am longing for that feeling again. As for my love towards others, when I do call someone Sayang..i spell it letter by letter and rarely use shortform..because it is just such a lovely word and because I want them to actually FEEL how much they mean to me. To me, the shortform "syg" pulls the beauty out of the word because it would look duller, whereas SAYANG.......makes the feeling when you read it with your eyes just different altogether..it races to the heart straight away.. I hope I'm making sense to my readers, if there is any. =]

And as I have accustomed myself to "sayang" for 5 years, I have in some way forgotten how I could be happy and special without him. I cried and cried, I confided in people, felt angry and depressed, and I blamed myself, for losing him and for not trying harder. All this because I thought I've lost sayang..when in fact, sayang (love) was passing me by, not from only one person, but from more than 10 different people. The pictures above describe my life, My Life When I Didn't Notice It. Sayang has now become something MUCH more than before..and hopefully there will be more to come..Ameen.

Pleasant Family Affair

1st August 2009. Suraya Yuhanis is Sophia's sister, who was also my Goosebumps and US magazines supplier in my early teenage years. I would go to their previous house in Subang Permai to borrow and return books and mags because back then, I would not spend my allowance to buy them myself. I looked up to Suraya because I used to think we shared the same interest in accounting and finance, as well as her "wild" side, as compared to her sister, Sophia. (This may be irrelevant now..hehe). Her wedding reception was a feast to the eyes as fresh red roses coloured the banquet. It was similar to what I have imagined my wedding to be; blanketted with fresh flowers. The bold red entrance and pelamin were absolutely Suraya, bold yet stunning.

The bride and groom were sitted next to Datuk K and Siti Nurhaliza. The guests were surprised by Siti Nurhaliza's spontaneity to perform 3 songs at the very last minute, and I'm sure it was a bliss to the wedding couple. My family was sitted quite near to the pelamin, so I could see how beautiful Siti was, not to mention her voice. I am not a big fa n of the Malaysian music scene, but Siti's flawless charm and voice took my breath away. She was so friendly with the audience that everyone felt comfortable with her. She cracked few spontaneous jokes, told the audience of how close the Yunanis' family with her husband and her, and invited a fan to come and sing on stage. She was not just a pretty face, Siti Nurhaliza's modesty and charm were projected on and complimented her physical beauty even further.

And for my family, it was a memorable family affair as we hardly go out together just the four of us nowadays. Abah being Uncle Yuhanis' business partner and friend, me being friends with Sophia, and Abang being friends with Anuar (Sophia's brother), reminded me of valuable friendships, which can extend through different generations. This is just COOL.

A fresh start

I have been writing about all my sad endeavours and spilling out rollercoasters of emotions. It's time for a change, since I haven't been improving, not even an inch. With faith, I want to move forward, thus I have to start seeing positive lights, and ONLY positive lights. I have been wearing a smiling mask and have been covering my sorrows with activities, only to find myself still at status quo, because this blog has worn my insecured emotions, for a guy who has long forgotten who we were. No more. No more. Now I will dedicate this blog as a place for me to engrave good memories and good encounters, so that I'm reminded that my life is more than just tears and sad prayers.